WHEN the picket line at Grafton Jail turned their backs on the trucks that came to take their livelihoods away, the sudden silence was punctuated by the sound of sobbing.
After five nights and six days of fighting a government decision to fast-track the downsizing of the jail, it was finally all over.
And the emotion of it hit home.
Men and women who had worked in one of the toughest jobs you could imagine tried and failed to hold back tears.
Others didn't bother trying.
Protesters on the picket line made the decision to turn their backs on the trucks in disgust rather than risk an ugly confrontation.